Folding the halberd to seal the cold

After Ye Feng and Qin Yue followed Shen Lvzhi into the rebel army, they followed them to familiarize themselves with the progress of the army and the various sects fighting against Langya.

Mentioning this, Shen Luzhi's face finally showed a hint of relief: "In the formation of the rebel army this time, there are many ordinary people who volunteered to join the rebel army. of the heroes."

"Shaolin, Qixiu, Cangjian, Beggars' Clan, Chunyang Palace, etc. have all sent many disciples to join the rebel army, and Wanhua, who had already escaped from the world before, suddenly decided to give up her life and join the world and no longer hide from the world. Instead of closing the valley, it is to persuade those who are capable in the valley to do their best to help and save the common people."

Shen Lvzhi said with some emotion: "In this troubled world, although it is very unfortunate...but fortunately...loyalty and courage have never been wiped out."

"Speaking of Chunyang Palace... Is there any news about Qingxi and Ah Yan? Are they okay?" Qin Yue's heart moved, anxiously wanting to find out something from Shen Lvzhi.

"After the war broke out, he sent someone to send a letter, saying that he went to Chang'an with the senior disciples of the master's school. He must have received a mission to protect the emperor. After all... Chunyang Palace is the national religion of the Tang Dynasty. Don't worry, the flames of war have not spread to Chang'an, Qin Yan is much safer with him than here. With Gu Qingxi around, Qin Yan will be fine."

Shen Luzhi said to him seriously.

Only then did Qin Yue feel a little relieved.

Since leaving Haoqi, he has no contact with the affairs of the alliance, but fortunately, Qin Yue's prestige is still there. Although everyone doesn't know why he came back suddenly, they are willing to trust him.So this time the leader arranged for him to assist Shen Luzhi, which also greatly boosted the morale of the subordinates who had followed Qin Yue in the alliance.

The two of Qin Ye were familiarizing themselves with the situation in each of the military tents led by Shen Luzhi, when suddenly a small soldier came to report: "Commander Shen, the new batch of weapons sent by Cangjian Villa has arrived, please order and collect them!"

"Okay." Shen Luzhi's face couldn't help adding a gleam of joy. Among the forces recruited by the rebel army this time... If you want to talk about the supply of weapons, the Tibetan Sword Villa has contributed the most.After the outbreak of the war, Ye Ying, the owner of the Tibetan sword village, opened a furnace to cast swords, smelted thousands of blades, and counted more than a thousand weapons hidden in the village, all of which were used to support the rebels.

This time they sent, is already the third batch.

"It's just that... some accidents happened during the delivery of weapons this time..." Unexpectedly, after the little soldier finished his report, he continued with a sad face: "When the camp is less than ten miles away, the person who delivered the weapons The team was targeted by a group of Spike Army... Those disciples fought desperately, but a few of them were killed or injured, but fortunately we arrived in time to get back the weapons."

Shen Lvzhi frowned, and hurriedly said: "Hurry up and ask the military doctor to treat them and bandage them well! As for the unlucky sacrifice...how to deal with the corpse, I have to inform Ye Guanshi sent by Cangjian Villa first..."

Although after the outbreak of the war, people died every day, and people sacrificed every day... This news still makes everyone a little sad.

Qin Yue glanced at Ye Feng who was standing aside, but found that his Adam's apple was throbbing, and his expression was very lonely.

After all...he is also a person who came out of Hidden Sword Villa.

"I'll go and see... Is there anything I can do to help." Ye Feng turned his head and explained to Qin Yue, and then left with the soldier.

Qin Yue sighed softly, but still caught up with him.

The newly delivered weapons were placed in the open space outside the military tent, and several large boxes were lined up.In order not to attract the attention of the Spike Army, several disciples who escorted the weapons deliberately covered them with straw to pretend to be fleeing civilians.They used this method to successfully deliver two batches of weapons to the army, but they didn't want to be targeted by Spike in the third batch... something went wrong.

"Ah... among the various sects helping the rebels this time, there are really many heroes who would rather die than surrender... Even the little disciples with low ranks are not inferior. All of them are brave and tenacious, regardless of their own lives. It's a pity... Among the disciples sent by Hidden Sword Villa this time, two of them still sacrificed... Even though their senior brother was injured, they are still feeling sorry for those fellow disciples who died, it is really heart-wrenching to see." The soldier said Ye Feng led him to the military doctor's camp, pointed to the two corpses lying side by side on the meadow, and said with some embarrassment.

Ye Feng bowed his head silently, but just walked over, wanting to pay respects to the two martyrs with a glass of water and wine.

Suddenly, as if he saw something familiar, he forcefully pushed away the person standing in front of him, and half-kneeled in front of the meadow almost in a gaffe.

Ye Feng's face was a little pale.

He choked for breath, and tremblingly stretched out his hand to touch the body of one of the disciples in disbelief.

It was a boy who looked to be only seventeen or eighteen years old.

There was still some blood on his face, but Ye Feng wiped it off with his sleeve indifferently. As his brows became clearer, the pain in Ye Feng's heart spread inch by inch.

He raised the little disciple's already stiff right hand, and the sadness in his eyes finally couldn't be concealed by a layer of mist.

Something was clenched tightly in his hand, with such force that he probably never let it go until he was dying.

It was a sword tassel.

With intricate rosettes, delicate and special.Although the color of the tassels looks a little old, they still look well protected.

Ye Feng held his hand, together with the tassel, but felt that his hands trembled so much that he could hardly hold it.

……

"Nine creeks are smoked and eighteen ravines, clouds and waters are unintentional and blurred. Where is the boat singing, the autumn is cool and the lake is broken. The moon. The yellow dragon waved its golden claws across the sky, and spit green like a rainbow. I don't know where the dream monk is now, but I can still see it. The spirit tiger runs to the emerald rock. The long rainbow pierces the sun and the shadow goes deep, and the fog breaks through the clouds and slant through the forest..."

"Below, Ye Mingxuan...I...I...Actually, I'm here to apprentice!!"

"Hero Ye! Since you have never accepted a disciple before, if you accept me, I will be your first disciple!...Maybe it is also the only disciple?"

"Hero Ye, Mingxuan's heart of worshiping you as a teacher in this life will never change. If Hero Ye doesn't know the return date, then I will wait for your return date, no matter how long!"

"I also know...after you leave like this, it will be very difficult to see you again. So I never thought that I would really learn every move from you...I just really want to recognize you as my master , that's all. No matter how far you go...I want to wait for you to come back, one day, you will see my sincerity and determination! This matter is my own decision, it has nothing to do with you...so Don't let your conscience be disturbed by my obsession!"

……

No matter how far away he was, whether Ye Feng could hear it, he shouted loudly in the direction he left: "I will definitely remember these words well——"

The boy's stubborn voice echoed in the street corner where everyone disappeared.

Then he clenched the sword spike in his hand, facing the front, and solemnly knelt down.

"I'll wait for you to come back."

……

Ye Feng bent down deeply, buried his head on the tassel he was holding tightly, and closed his eyes in pain.

Qin Yue, who followed him, understood a lot when he saw this situation.

He wanted to persuade Ye Feng to say something, but found that his heart was also stuffy and uncomfortable, and he didn't know what to say.

That stubborn and energetic young man... In fact, he had already left a deep shadow in their hearts.Ye Feng once told him that after he returned to Hangzhou to settle down, he would formally accept Ye Mingxuan as his disciple.He has spent a lot of time in order to worship himself as his teacher these years, and he wants to teach him all his martial arts and sword casting skills.It's a pity...Ye Mingxuan had already turned into a heroic soul before Ye Feng accepted him as his apprentice.

The world is impermanent...

Goodbye is already a farewell regret.

Among the people around, a Tibetan sword disciple who was slightly injured couldn't recognize who Ye Feng was, and couldn't help but be puzzled by his behavior at the moment: "This chivalrous man...is he an old acquaintance with my junior brother? He is already dead, please... don't be too sad."

Ye Feng didn't seem to hear it, he still knelt in front of Ye Mingxuan's body and remained motionless.

After a while, someone heard him whispering in a trembling and sad nasal voice:

"I am... his master."